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Sophomore Slump or Comeback of the Year (Charlie/Sawyer NC-17)
Title: Sophomore Slump or Comeback of the Year
Pairing: Charlie/Sawyer
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Two unsober souls do not make a right.
A/N: Ficlet requested by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
snellios...and a bunch of other sick freaks. ;D Also using ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fanfic100 prompt #54 ("air"). I RULE. :P (And yes, title stolen blatantly from the Fall Out Boy song of the same name)
I can't believe I'm doing this...
Against doctor’s orders, he’d drowned his pain as best he could in the dark, hoping that eventually he’d pass out and forget the sharp, screaming heat in his shoulder. Not that he needed help losing consciousness these days, but even in dreams the pain held on.
He was almost out, almost blissfully numb, when Charlie stumbled into the tent, his eyes too bright, his smile oddly terrified.
“The hell--”
“I can’t…can’t go back…just yet. I need to, um, hang out for tick.”
He collapsed in sand without Sawyer’s permission and started to babble in a detached, contented tone about groupies and stage lights and champagne floating in melted ice.
“Sex, man, fucking sex. Everywhere. All the time. I could smell in on me, breath it in like…like goddamn oxygen.”
Sawyer’s fading out little by little, vaguely aware of Charlie’s fingers skimming his good shoulder, tracing patterns.
“I could make a girl say my name and mean it. I could make ‘em scream. Scream for hours…”
“Fuckin’ horny rock star,” Sawyer mumbled, eyes drooping. But he smiled. He always liked him a few sheets to the wind. “Thought you quit.”
“I didn’t quit nothing. I’m making a goddamn bloody comeback.”
It was odd having Charlie’s tongue suddenly in his mouth, all rough and hard and desperate. Had he been sober, Sawyer would given one quick shove and told the TRL junkie to go fuck himself.
But two unsober souls do not make a right, so Sawyer let him kiss him, let him crawl over him and tear into his jeans, let him sink his teeth into his neck and growl fucking comeback over and over again as he thrust hard against him. He must have been hard, too, because he felt his hips lifting up, meeting him, giving in and actually liking it.
“You fucking scream.”
“No. I don’t do girly shit.”
“Fine, fine. But…but you’ll…aahhh…”
Charlie grits his teeth and screams instead. Sawyer just smiles, and before he’s even got his breath back, Charlie blinks at him as Sawyer grabs his hand and shoves it around his dick.
“Your comeback ain’t finished yet.”
“Um…”
Sawyer thrusts up into his hand.
“Yeah. Comeback. Sure.”
Pairing: Charlie/Sawyer
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Two unsober souls do not make a right.
A/N: Ficlet requested by
snellios...and a bunch of other sick freaks. ;D Also using fanfic100 prompt #54 ("air"). I RULE. :P (And yes, title stolen blatantly from the Fall Out Boy song of the same name)I can't believe I'm doing this...
Against doctor’s orders, he’d drowned his pain as best he could in the dark, hoping that eventually he’d pass out and forget the sharp, screaming heat in his shoulder. Not that he needed help losing consciousness these days, but even in dreams the pain held on.
He was almost out, almost blissfully numb, when Charlie stumbled into the tent, his eyes too bright, his smile oddly terrified.
“The hell--”
“I can’t…can’t go back…just yet. I need to, um, hang out for tick.”
He collapsed in sand without Sawyer’s permission and started to babble in a detached, contented tone about groupies and stage lights and champagne floating in melted ice.
“Sex, man, fucking sex. Everywhere. All the time. I could smell in on me, breath it in like…like goddamn oxygen.”
Sawyer’s fading out little by little, vaguely aware of Charlie’s fingers skimming his good shoulder, tracing patterns.
“I could make a girl say my name and mean it. I could make ‘em scream. Scream for hours…”
“Fuckin’ horny rock star,” Sawyer mumbled, eyes drooping. But he smiled. He always liked him a few sheets to the wind. “Thought you quit.”
“I didn’t quit nothing. I’m making a goddamn bloody comeback.”
It was odd having Charlie’s tongue suddenly in his mouth, all rough and hard and desperate. Had he been sober, Sawyer would given one quick shove and told the TRL junkie to go fuck himself.
But two unsober souls do not make a right, so Sawyer let him kiss him, let him crawl over him and tear into his jeans, let him sink his teeth into his neck and growl fucking comeback over and over again as he thrust hard against him. He must have been hard, too, because he felt his hips lifting up, meeting him, giving in and actually liking it.
“You fucking scream.”
“No. I don’t do girly shit.”
“Fine, fine. But…but you’ll…aahhh…”
Charlie grits his teeth and screams instead. Sawyer just smiles, and before he’s even got his breath back, Charlie blinks at him as Sawyer grabs his hand and shoves it around his dick.
“Your comeback ain’t finished yet.”
“Um…”
Sawyer thrusts up into his hand.
“Yeah. Comeback. Sure.”
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Damn, Charlie is getting around tonight. I'm typing him as we speak.
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GOOD!! That's what I like to hear. :D
Ahhh, Charlie is such a little h0r. And we love him anyway.
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“Your comeback ain’t finished yet.”
BWAHA!! Yay for drunken/high boy touching! even if it's charlie
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*snerk*
Drunken/high boytouching is the only way to go. :P
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LOLZ. But lovely writing as usual, hon!
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But hey, thanks for reading anyway.
Man, I love my flist WAY too much. ;D
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YES HE SHOULD.
*shoves virgin!heroin at him*
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You made them high all for me, didn't you? YOU KNOW HOW I LOVE MIND-ALTERED SEXING. Nnngh.
Oh god, the saying my name for hours bit is unbelievably hot. Cocky little rock star with a complex. And the handjob is soooo Sawyer. OMG NEW OTP! :p
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*flails*
*snogs*
I would ONLY do this for you. You know this, right?
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DUDE, I should be the one flailing and then snogging! *joins you*
Aw you're soooo loooovely! *mwah* You make me elongate my vowels! ♥ ♥ ♥
Okay, that may have been a disgusting lovefest, but I'm jumping for joy that you wrote sexually active Charlie.
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Um, what?
Why did I like that?
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OMG! You actually wrote Charlie/Sawyer!!! And Charlie/Sawyer with teh sexing in it too! Oh. My. Dom!
“I could make a girl say my name and mean it. I could make ‘em scream. Scream for hours…”
*pets the poor deluded junkie*
Yes, yes, of course you did dear. Now be a good boy and run along and take some damn heroin. Kthnx.
Ah, Charlie + smack!Mary really is the only true OTP. *nods*
Also, teh fic = teh hot.
*applauds*
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*points to icon*
Yes, it so totally is. AND it's canon to boot. XD
Next thing you know, I'll be writing Charlie/Sayid. o__O
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LOL!
Actually.... hmmmm....
*throws down gauntlet*
I challenge you to write Charlie/Sayid!
It doesn't have to be porny, it can be completely gen and in return I will write you Sawyer/Kate *winces* or Jack/Kate *shudders* or Boone/anyone you say *claws eyes out and applies bleach to her brain*
If you choose to accept this challenge I'll give you a really easy prompt and you can give me a harder one in return.
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*wimpers*
Lemme think on it.
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Y'know, just when I start telling myself, "THIS PAIRING IS STUPID OMG NO!! D:", someone writes it, and then I read it, and then it's GOOD, and the next thing I know I'm stalking the Lost fic communities with my finger stuck on the down arrow, because I'm looking for my new favorite rareslash pairing omg yei!
I kid you not. And I agree with all the comments above, and feel the need to add, again only more loudly and with 40% more emo, a "WHYYYYY do I like this? ;___;" 'Cause... yeah. No pairing I hate this much should be that good. IT SHOULDN'T. And of course mad props to you. Man, this is totally an approving comment, but you can't tell, can you? My mind has been blown somehow or something. I mean, my fic review!comments have never been completely coherent, but dayums. Where am I going with this? I have no idea.
Oh. Yeah. I forgot to add -- you don't know me, but I found you on a fic community (who'd have guessed?) and I'm now reading your journal. A little. Don't be creeped out, I'm just looking for fic. And rambly Lost goodness because Lord knows I couldn't give a decent Lost commentary if my life depended on it. YES CLICHE STATEMENTS!
I blame the length/rambly-ness of this comment on caffiene. And NaNoWriMo, which eats my sanity. In case you didn't read anything up there, which you probably didn't, here's a short summary.
I <3 Lost. I like this fic too much. I hate this pairing. My brain is confused now. Thxbai.
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I know, I know, this is complete WTF pairing, but this is what happens when I take fic requests, heh. Glad I didn't make you want to claw your eyes out, LOL. :P
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There's not a lot I've read that makes me want to bring my claws anywhere near my eyes. Thankfully, we've got some pretty great authors in this fandom, incluuuuding you, and they seem to be able to find writable material in... well, everything. XD
Man, I just had a total "OMG FOXY TALKED TO MEE!!!~" moment. I really ought to get some sleep.
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“Yeah. Comeback. Sure.” *Snerk*
(btw I'm SOGLAD someone requested a Jack/Boone below 'cause these days they're my OTP and your fics are teh amazing so yeah. I'm excited like woah.)
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And a FoB title. Love of my life!!!
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Glad ya like. XD
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LOL
Yay for Charlie plus smack! Yay for Charlie/Sawyer!
Nice job, babe.
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*glomps*